In the midsummer of the Ming Dynasty, under the ancient city wall, there is still a picture of Zhongchun who is full of vitality and long grass. In the midsummer of the Ming Dynasty, there is still a picture of Zhong Chun who is full of vitality and long grass. The gold wheel lifted off, the sun and the moon nebula reflected the surface of the water as the sky, the curved bridge painted with the waves, like a few strings from the sky. Fluttering, like a dream. The gold wheel lifted off, the sun and the moon nebula reflected the surface of the water as the sky, the curved bridge painted with the waves, like a few strings from the sky. fluttering, like a dream. The songbirds, the butterflies, the flowers, the flowers, and the brocade, weaving a long and fragrant road. Quaint alleys, long bluestone roads, gray walls and ochre tiles. In the stormy weather, I stood quietly for thousands of years in the ancient city of Datong, and continued to perform her old prosperity in the torrent of time.